[ Tension sits in his posture as he waits. He'll intervene if he has to, but he'd prefer not to. Frankly, if it were up to Geralt, he'd have taken down what's standing inside that room. It isn't up to him. He already knows this isn't an option. Not with how Dean's been responding to the image of his brother.
The best he can do is to make sure Dean leaves the room first. When Dean moves in towards Sam, Geralt's fingers twitch—ready to draw his sword of he has to—but nothing comes. Dean steps away, and Geralt exhales. Studies Sam one last time. Something empty rests in those eyes.
Seventh floor. He trusts it as much as he trusts what lurks in the shadows. Still. That or they search every single fucking room.
Geralt shuts the door firmly behind them. Deep down, he senses the mistake he's making as he does. There's a moment where he pauses. Considers telling Dean they should at least secure the door. That if Dean trusts him enough to walk out of the room and follow him into the depths, Dean can also trust him when he says what's inside isn't his brother.
Then the whole place shudders, a piercing scream reverberating through the walls. It's distant, far away, but the force of it ripples in the air. Only one person can scream like that. It doesn't mean she's close. He's seen that power travel miles through a monolith, and they happen to be directly inside one. But it does mean she's alive.
He moves off without a word, pressing forward. The stairs are around the corner, dark, dusty, covered with the same blackened ash and scattered debris. He shines his light up. A bony figure latched onto a wall freezes for a split second, then slithers off in a flash.
Mm. Promising.
He starts climbing, this time with his sword firmly in hand. Up and up, until they reach a sign pinned on the wall. 7. ]
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The best he can do is to make sure Dean leaves the room first. When Dean moves in towards Sam, Geralt's fingers twitch—ready to draw his sword of he has to—but nothing comes. Dean steps away, and Geralt exhales. Studies Sam one last time. Something empty rests in those eyes.
Seventh floor. He trusts it as much as he trusts what lurks in the shadows. Still. That or they search every single fucking room.
Geralt shuts the door firmly behind them. Deep down, he senses the mistake he's making as he does. There's a moment where he pauses. Considers telling Dean they should at least secure the door. That if Dean trusts him enough to walk out of the room and follow him into the depths, Dean can also trust him when he says what's inside isn't his brother.
Then the whole place shudders, a piercing scream reverberating through the walls. It's distant, far away, but the force of it ripples in the air. Only one person can scream like that. It doesn't mean she's close. He's seen that power travel miles through a monolith, and they happen to be directly inside one. But it does mean she's alive.
He moves off without a word, pressing forward. The stairs are around the corner, dark, dusty, covered with the same blackened ash and scattered debris. He shines his light up. A bony figure latched onto a wall freezes for a split second, then slithers off in a flash.
Mm. Promising.
He starts climbing, this time with his sword firmly in hand. Up and up, until they reach a sign pinned on the wall. 7. ]